"I've always felt that human beings are creatures... They know how to learn from their mistakes. ”

On the eastern side of the Valley of Blood, on the battlefield that was dead silent, a hoarse voice echoed.

One by one, the legionnaires clenched their shields and halberds nervously, staring at the figure who was talking to themselves, and if you looked closely, you could see the unspeakable fear in their eyes.

Because their teeth are trembling, their facial muscles are twitching, and their skin is too tight because of tension so... I can't say it.

Fuchsia skin, a bat-like head, claws on its limbs, batwings tucked up behind its back, and a thin body—yes, anyone who has ever seen it will not hesitate to tell what it is.

Bloodsucker.

"For example, I, the faithful servant of Lord Diapo 'Enderbo', Descartes, and the enemies I have encountered in my long life have convinced me of your wisdom. ”

"I respected them and admired their wisdom, so I killed them... Ate them. ”

In less than a minute, the monster had harvested an entire hundred-man squad of warriors with its blood-spraying scythe, its steel-forged armor and sturdy shield weaker than white paper.

If it was just killed, it wasn't enough to make the veterans afraid, and the real horror was that the robes that it killed one by one... They were like rotten oranges that had been drained of their juice, and there were only fragments of armor and "dried" bones everywhere.

It is no longer the level of "death in battle", but being brutalized, ravaged, trampled on... It is as if they are not at war with an equal enemy, but are just being slaughtered by the other side as livestock or poultry.

So the terrified defenders tried all sorts of ways to kill it, or to repel it - ballistas, rain of arrows, throwing guns, ignition agents, alchemical bombs... Except for the last one, which seemed to have left some blackened marks on it, the rest ......

Not even a single hair was damaged!

"But now, I'm kind of... I don't understand. ”

The Ender Apostle's face (if that could be counted) showed a look of bewilderment, and as it scratched its head, the defenders behind the line shuddered and collectively took a half-step back.

"What is it that makes you feel that you can defeat me, defeat me or... Stop me?"

"What made you see this possibility?"

Scratching his head, the bewildered Ender Apostle Descartes lowered his head, his scarlet eyes looking at the "Guardian Shield" Oath Knight who was trampled under his feet.

"Can you tell me, Lord Leilinz?"

The body of the "named" Oath Knight twitched violently, with a hint of horror in his expression, for some reason, the divine power that originally belonged to the Oath Knight to recover from injuries was suppressed by some kind of force.

The dignified Knight of Oath, but being trampled under the feet of a monster that manipulates the power of evil, is really ......

Shame on you!

So the knight of Lelinz turned his gaze around in a panic, and with anticipation, he stretched out his hand to a long sword not far from him, and then ......

Poof!

The falling scythe severed his arm.

"Ahhh——!!!!hhh

The Knight of Lelinz screamed heartbreakingly, his eyes wide fixed on his severed arm, and the pain made him instinctively begin to pray:

"O my lord, give me a word of proverbs, that I may be cleansed from my iniquity——!!!!

There was another scream, and the falling sickle stuck to the wound, like a "slice of meat", with a bone, and cut off a thin layer of "arm".

"To answer my question, Knight of the Oath. ”

The Ender Apostle's voice suddenly lowered and became gloomy, "What is it that gives you hope that you can win against me?"

"Tell me, I'll put it out for you. "It sounds so sincere.

With a heart-rending scream, the knight of the oath's breastplate was completely torn open, and together with the flesh and ribs, the icy cold wind blew directly into his "chest".

"Stop——!"

Grenwell, Earl of Stormcastle, stepped forward, his face pale and trembling, but he raised his sword and aimed it at the Ender Apostle: "In the name of the Lord of Byrne, I order you to stop!"

"Otherwise, I promise you that the Thirteen Lords of Byrne will do everything in their power to wipe you and the master behind you from this world!"

The ender apostle was unmoved by the echoing words.

The Earl of Grenwell was even more motionless, and his palms clenching his sword were full of cold sweat.

He knew he was going to die, but he had to... Otherwise, without waiting for the other party to kill the Oath Knight, the morale of these thousands of warriors behind him will completely collapse!

"Threaten me?"

The Ender Apostle did not raise his head, and looked meaningfully at the Knight of Leilinz who was trampled under his feet: "Do you hear me, lackeys of the Holy Cross, your comrades-in-arms threaten me for your life and death." ”

"I command you, stop!"

Earl Grenwell's cheeks tightened a little,

Knight Leilinz struggled: "Illuminate the darkness of your heart with the light of the Holy Cross, replace violence with forgiveness, and replace shame with blessing......"

Poof!

The scythe, sunk into the chest of the Knights of Oath.

Grenwell didn't even have time to be surprised, for the scythe that had been drawn from the knight's chest of the Leilinz knight had already swung at him.

He was stiff, and he only had time to see a touch of blood.

................................................

This human... It seems to be a little different from what it was before.

Using the tomahawk to block the incoming blade, the tyrannical apostle Quigo's mood changed slightly.

He knew almost nothing about the "Way of the Samurai", and the "Eagle King", who had been chosen as an apostle by the four evil gods, did not reveal the slightest bit of information, let alone mention that in addition to elves, humans could also master this power.

But, for Quigo... In the case of tyrannical apostles, it makes no difference.

It is nothing but the existence of the material world that manipulates the power of the void, and it is impossible to defeat the power given to him by the "tyrant" Govait;

As for the evil god behind the other party... The guy who doesn't even dare to say his name is just a hairy god at best.

There is also a gap between the evil gods!

"Bell ——!"

The tomahawk and the dagger met again, and the gray-eyed boy who was forced back dodged the axe with an iron bridge, and stood up with a twist of his waist, and the spiraling swing of his left sword rose upward, as if he was about to cut off Quigo's arms.

Of course, that's not at all......

Burst!

The flying blood flowers left very obvious marks on the left and right arms of the tyrannical apostle.

Quigo's expression changed abruptly, and he raised the long-handled tomahawk he was holding behind him and swung a sweep in front of him.

"Bang ——!"

Not only the snowflakes, but even the rocks frozen by the frost also cracked under this slash, and the rubble flew away.

Lusen, who had slipped and dodged, was already standing ten paces away from him, but the Apostle of Tyranny still stood motionless, staring in amazement at his own cut wound.

Hurt yourself?

This, this shouldn't be......

"It's not a coincidence. ”

Lusen sneered, "If you don't believe it... You can try again. ”

"Try to see if your body can block my sword. ”

Quigo's eyes narrowed, and his cast-iron body crouched down on his knees, stretching his waist and legs like a cheetah, and then leaping to his feet.

"Hoo ————"

With a whistling sound that tore through the air, the tyrannical apostle dragging the afterimage was like a stone cannon falling from the sky, swinging a battle axe with one hand and smashing at the thin figure of the gray-eyed boy.

The figure that came in an instant, not to mention dodging... There was not even room for reaction.

The corners of Lusen's mouth were slightly curled, and there was no sign of dodging at all.

He simply raised his right hand and lifted the blade of the dagger horizontally above his head.

"Bell ————!!!!"

There was a loud bang, and the entire hillside trembled.

The warriors of the Bloody Valley defenders looked sideways in the direction from which the roar had come from, and before they could turn back, the waves of dust and snowflakes had spread out towards them, and they couldn't open their eyes.

On the originally flat slope, there is an additional hemispherical round pit, and the surrounding area is full of snow that has been blown away and piled up.

And the falling battle axe was stopped by the short sword raised by the gray pupil boy with one hand, and he could no longer move forward a little, and ......

Unscathed.

"How's it going, are you sure?"

Looking at the tyrannical apostle with a shocked expression, Lu Sien asked coldly, "You lucky guy. ”

After only a moment of shock, the expression of the tyrannical apostle Quigo calmed down again, and he silently stared at the gray-eyed boy.

"This kind of power ......," Quigo said lightly, "it's what you call it... The way of the samurai?"

"Bloody Sorrow?"

Under the battle axe, the corners of the gray-eyed boy's mouth also hooked up a look of self-deprecation: "It's ridiculous, right, I feel ridiculous." ”

"The guy who taught me the 'Way of the Samurai' told me that the Way of the Samurai has a lot to do with one's innermost thoughts, and in a sense it's the power to 'forge' your own thoughts into weapons. ”

In other words, in order to gain this power, you must first face your truest self. Silently staring at the tyrannical apostle with a solemn expression, Lusen was very relaxed:

"And the truest me is... Unwilling. ”

"Unwilling?"

"Yes, I am not willing to be short, I am not willing to be weak, I am not willing to be an illegitimate child, not like a half-brother can be the lord of a country!" Lusen smiled very naturally:

"I'm the kind of... The guy who grew up in his unwilling heart and felt sorry for himself, haha!"

"That's why I gave my samurai way such a name... The cry of blood and sorrow is just the last cry of the dying man. ”

The tyrannical apostle stared at him coldly, not knowing what was funny.

"Even... Even with Lord Loren, I seem to have a similar idea - although I have been talking about being his bodyguard, protecting him and dying for him, the truest idea should be to surpass him, defeat him, and even make me the only person he can rely on... Right?"

Lusan narrowed his eyes, "So, these thoughts forged my own 'Samurai Way'... Let me, a weak and unwilling fellow, one day have the strength to rival that of Lord Loren. ”

"Why, this is the bloody tragedy... Enough to tear through your defenses, enough to block your attacks, and have the power to fight you, my way of the samurai. ”

"It is that heartfelt reluctance that gives me the strength to stand up to any enemy head-on—no matter how strong they may be, I have a chance to defeat. ”

"Of course, on the other hand, because of this limitation, my enemies can also block my attacks, tear through my defenses, and the superiority of each other is absolutely equal. ”

"How... Do you feel glad from the bottom of your heart, you monster!"

..........................................

"Bell ————!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the ears of Count Grenwell, Stormcastle, and there seemed to be some kind of liquid spilled on his face, cold and biting.

This is... Are you still alive?

Grenwell, whose face was covered in blood, opened his eyes and looked in amazement at the figure standing in front of him.

"In the name of Lord of Byrne, Lord Descartes, the Apostle of the Evil God, I command you to surrender to me. ”

Holding the "Dawn" sword in one hand, the black-haired wizard stared at the vampire opposite: "Otherwise, I promise you, I don't need to pour out the power of the Thirteen Leaders, I ...... alone"

"I'll kill you. ”

The Ender Apostle Descartes frowned, his expression even more confused than before.

"Kill... Me?"

"No... It's to kill you, don't limit yourself to 'killing' - I know about a hundred ways to kill you vampires, and there's one for you. ”

Loren explained seriously.

Although this "seriousness" made the warrior behind him and the ender apostle opposite have an inexplicable sense of "funny", as if he was watching a person make a serious joke.

"You think you can kill me, you think you can kill the endermen's minions... Is... It's so much fun!"

Burst!

As if it were an explosion of flesh, the Ender Apostle turned into a shadow of blood.

Here it comes!

Grenwell's heartbeat almost stopped with a stiff expression - he clearly remembered that just now, His Excellency Lyrinds, the Knight of Oath, and the legionnaires were given this trick......

Poof!

Plasma splattered.

........................

"There's one thing I've always been curious about. ”

With a crisp sound, the battle axe in the hand of the tyrannical apostle blocked the sharp blade that pierced the double pupils, and his cold gaze passed through the sharp blades, facing the four eyes of the gray-eyed boy:

"Why do you keep saying... Am I lucky?"

The scream that tore through the air swept through Luthen's ears, the inky blue hair was cut off slightly, and the blocked blade grabbed the gap in the moment, piercing straight into the chest of the tyrannical apostle!

"Why... The reason is simple. ”

The blow missed, and the corner of Lusien's mouth was relaxed with a relaxed smile, and he gasped heavily: "Because if the person who fights you is not me, but Lord Loren Turin......"

"You think... Do you still have a chance to win?!"

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